© May 1999 Flying Stone
1
Morning when I rise
try to catch my dreams
I had in the night
layin' at Your side.
Chorus
Who is free?
Free like me?
What I do, what I feel
I can talk about – and sing!
2
Sitting on a bench
I listen to the birds,
their welcome song to spring,
no expectation hurts.
3
Many anchors fix
my doings every day.
Not an island is my room,
cannot flee from taking care.